Return to the Land of the Giants

The Mary-Ellen was in dire straights. After it hit the plasma storm, both main engines had been knocked off-line. That left the Captain with only manoeuvring thrusters. To make matters worse, he recognised the area of space they were in. He had felt sure that that storm had seemed familiar, now his worst fears were being realised.

There was nothing he could do, however. The only chance that the 50 marines on board had was to set down on the planet below.

Making his decision, Captain Burton switched on the PA system and explained the situation to the marines. "There's one other thing I must tell you. I know what I am about to say may sound crazy, but I've been to this planet before." Steve took a deep breath before continuing.

30 years ago I encountered a storm similar to the one we just passed through. It too left us at this planet. It took us a couple of years before we were able to repair our ship enough to take us home. During those years, we lived in perpetual danger and fear." Steve paused before going on. "You see, the planet below is populated by a culture very similar to our own, if not quite as advanced. The only problem is that these people are over 50 times bigger than us. They're giants."

Although the Captain couldn't hear what was going on in the main cabin, he could imagine the cat-calls and derisive comments. Well, they'd find out the truth quick enough. "Gentlemen, as I said, I know it sounds crazy, you'll just have to trust me. I've picked out a landing site in a forested area just outside a major city. If you're all very careful, you'll be able to survive until you're able to carry out repairs on the ship and go home. If you're not careful…well you'll find out what happens to those who aren't careful on this world."

Steve took another deep breath, "I've set the ship on auto-pilot, good luck." With that, Captain Steve Burton took his service revolver and blew his brains out. He was far too old to go through that again.

Chapter 2

Sergeant Dobbs released his seat belt and dragged himself out of his chair. He entered the cockpit, unsurprised by what he found there. Pushing the dead body aside, he ran some system checks. One thing was for certain, they weren't going anywhere in this ship for a while.

The sergeant checked the atmospheric conditions outside the ship, then hit the door release switch. Gas hissed as hydraulic gears pushed the door open. Climbing out of the ship, the sergeant helped some of the other soldiers out as well.

Looking around, Dobbs saw that they were in a massive forest, enormous trees towering above them. For a moment Dobbs was half convinced about what the Captain had said, then he dismissed it. They were just very big trees, that was all.

As the remainder of the marines piled out of the ship, the sergeant took control. At Dobbs orders. The men started to make a clearing to set up a base camp. Some of the other men were sent to check out the hull and engines for damage. When everything seemed to be in order, Dobbs picked out 9 other men and advised them that they were all going on a scouting trip to see what they could find out about this planet.

* * *

Dobbs and the 9 marines had been trekking about the forest for about an hour. They had seen no signs so far of any local inhabitants. Dobbs was just about to give the order to return to base when they heard a crashing noise. Two massive trees were thrust apart. One of the soldiers screamed as all eyes were drawn up, and up, and up. A scene from a B grade movie greeted them.

"Giant!!!" someone screamed.

"I just knew that if I waited long enough, I'd catch some of you little people," a voice boomed. Stunned, none of the soldiers were quick enough to react before the 100 foot tall man reached down and scooped two of the soldiers up. They were dropped into a sack and the rest of the squad quickly followed.

"You little guys are coming back to my place. And we're gonna have some fun."

* * *

Sergeant Dobbs was finding it very hard to focus at the moment. In fact, all of the men were finding it a little hard at the moment. This couldn’t be happening. How was it possible that they had been captured by a 100 foot tall giant? From his brief journey in the giants hand, he estimated that they were about 6 inches tall in comparison to their captor. Further speculation was interrupted as the bag was thumped down onto a hard surface.

For about 30 minutes, the bag had been in continual motion. Now it had stopped. Dobbs indicated that one of the soldiers should look out of the sack. For a moment no one moved, then a young private, Scott Henderson, pushed his way forward. When he poked his head outside, he quickly drew it back in, expecting the giant to pounce on him, but nothing happened. Cautiously he tried again.

The sack was sitting on a huge table-top. A work-bench, by the looks of it. The bench sat against a wall in what looked like a giant shed. Various tools and appliances were scattered about the room. There was no sign of the giant man.

A minute later, all ten men stood on the benchtop. Dobbs was about to give orders for the men to search for a way down when the door was flung open.

Some of the men screamed as they saw the giant again. Previously they hadn't had time to take stock of their situation, the giant had moved too fast. Now he stood in the doorway, staring at them. He was a man, about 25 years old, wearing tight fitting denim jeans and a loose fitting, white T-shirt. Massive black boots adorned feet the size of a family car.

The giant took two massive steps forward, until he was standing directly in front of them. The soldiers scattered. The giant just stood there. Dobbs, watching him, realised that the giant was getting off on their fear.

One massive hand slowly reached out. One of the soldiers, Brian, had frozen at the sight of the giant, and just stood there, looking at him. The huge fist wrapped around his tiny body and plucked him from the table.

"Hi! My name's Chris," the giant boomed, holding Brian directly in front of his face, "I don't care what your name is." The giant extended his arm out. Dobbs looked up and saw a shelf, far above him. On the shelf was a line of glass jars. Chris removed the lid from one of them and dropped Brian into it. He then screwed the lid back on. Luckily there were air holes in it.

One by one, Chris picked up the little soldiers and placed them in their own jars. Dobbs was the second-to-last one to be imprisoned, leaving only Scott on the bench.

Chris picked Scott up and held him up to his face, "Y'know, I've dreamed about this moment, for as long as I can remember. You guys are my every dream come true," he moved Scott closer to his face, so he was directly in front of his mouth. Dobbs cringed as he watched Chris poke his big, pink tongue out and lick Scott's face.

He then set Scott down on a wooden stool in the middle of the room, and stepped back. He sat down on the floor and removed his boots and socks. He then stood up and studied Scott for a moment.

Very slowly, and very deliberately, Chris began to undo his belt. Dobbs could see from the look on Scott's face that he didn't realise what was about to happen. Dobbs thought he had a pretty good idea.

When the belt was removed, Chris, still moving slowly, unbuttoned his jeans and then pulled down the zip. As the denim dropped the ground, Chris' massive dick was revealed, pushing against a pair of thin, white jocks. The jeans were kicked aside and the T-shirt was stripped off.

This guy definitely worked out. His body looked like one of those ancient Greek statues that you see in museums, all toned muscle and no fat. It looked like he waxed too.

At last Scoot seemed to realise where this could be heading, but there was nowhere to run. When Chris picked Scott up and held him just in front of his dick, Scott struggled for all he was worth, which to Chris, was nothing.

With his other hand, Chris pulled the elastic waist band of his briefs open at the front. He tilted Scott forward so he could see inside. For a moment Scott went rock still, then he started struggling even more frantically. Positioning Scott directly over the opening, Chris held him upside down for a moment. He then turned the soldier back up the right way and dropped him in.

The elastic band snapped back into place with a loud "thwack".

Dobbs and the other soldiers could clearly see Scott pressed up against the massive dick. He was still struggling. Chris was obviously enjoying the sensation of having a little man rub himself all over his organ as his penis started to become erect.

Chris had to manipulate his rapidly growing dick and Scott. Shortly, the other little men could see that Scott was forced into a position where he was hugging the erect member. It was taller than he was, by at least a foot.

Satisfied with the position of the little soldier. Chris looked up at the other jars. Again, some of the men screamed as Chris ran his hand lightly across the front of each of the jars. The giant finally stopped on a jar that held a particularly buff little soldier, Matt Jones. Unscrewing the lid, the giant upended the jar's contents into his other hand.

Matt tumbled out into the giants hand, nearly falling off. As soon as Matt had regained his balance, he pulled out his combat knife and stabbed downward, into the palm of the giant. Chris swore and jerked his hand, nearly sending Matt flying. The knife was ripped out of Matt's grip. As he reached out to grab it again, Chris plucked him up with his other hand. Holding him in his fist, so that only his head and feet showed, Chris stared at him.

"You really shouldn't piss me off, squirt. Nasty things can happen to little people when they piss giants off." Chris tightened his grip slightly, just enough to make Matt's face contort in agony.

Chris then bent down and placed Matt on the floor, between his massive feet. For a moment, Matt just stood there, terrified he was about to get stomped on, then he bolted for the open door. Chris let him run, let him almost reach the door. Then, in two giant steps, he crossed the room and slammed the door shut. Ignoring Matt, he then crossed to the other side of the room. A first aid kit was mounted on the wall and Chris put a band-aid on his cut hand. He then went back over to the stool. Being careful not to crush Scott, who was still firmly pressed against his now flaccid penis, Chris pulled on his jocks and jeans. The other soldiers watched as the metal fly was done up, obscuring their view of their friend. Chris then pulled on his boots.

Throughout all of this, Matt had been frantically looking for a way out, unsuccessfully. Chris sat down on the stool and watched him for a moment or two, then grabbed a long stick. It looked like it belonged to a broom or mop.

Reaching out with it, he lightly batted at the little soldier, who tried to push it away. Matt may as well have tried to push away a semi-trailer. Chris pushed and prodded with the stick until Matt was out in the middle of the room. The giant stood up, towering far above the little man.

The left boot nudged Matt, knocking him from his feet. Carefully, letting Matt know what was coming, Chris positioned his right foot directly over the little man, slowly lowering it down, stopping just as it touched him. Matt pushed with all his might, but couldn't budge the boot. He tried to squirm out from under it but Chris placed a little more weight on him, holding him firm. Then, with excruciating slowness, Chris pushed down. Bones snapped as Chris stepped down with all his weight. A red stain slowly appeared from under the boot as Chris turned and ground his foot down, totally obliterating the tiny soldier. When he removed his boot, what was under it was not even vaguely recognisable as once being human.

Casually, Chris looked over to the other, horrified soldiers. He raised one eyebrow at them, sending them a silent message. He then pulled on his T-shirt and left the room.

* * *

Scott was nearly crushed when the giant pulled his jeans back on. Although the penis had gone soft, there wasn't all that much room in the jocks. At first he had been horrified to find himself in this position, then he began to get turned on by it. The musky smell of the giant organ permeated the underwear and every movement the giant made forced Scott to rub himself across the giant penis and scrotum. As a result, he had a raging hard on when the giant removed his pants again.

When he was plucked out of his white prison, Scott saw immediately that he was in a bedroom. Albeit a bedroom 50 times larger than he was used to. When he looked up at the giant's face, he saw Chris looking down at him, smiling strangely.

"You and I are going to become veryclose friends, little man," Chris whispered. He then sat Scott ona bedside table as he stripped off. He stood back, letting Scott take in the majesty of his form. Broad, muscled shoulders tapered down to a narrow (for a giant) waist and firmly muscled legs. Chris busied himself with something on a dressing table, picked something up and then sat it down on the other bedside table.

He then refocussed his attention on the little soldiers, "Strip," he ordered. Scott hesitated. "If you don't do it, I will. I can guarantee you that if I do it, it will hurt like hell. These fingers aren't designed to take the clothes off a six inch tall man."

Scott immediately stripped off his black uniform, finally standing naked before the giant. A huge hand reached out, picking up the clothes. His underpants were picked out and held up to one massive nostril. Chris inhaled deeply, almost sucking them up his nose. He then picked up the combat boots and slid one inside his mouth, sucking on it. The sight of his clothing disappearing into those giant orifices was making Scott become hard again. The giant noticed and smiled knowingly.

The tiny clothing was cast aside as Chris lay down on the bed. He reached out and picked Scott up.

Cupping the soldier in one hand, he dragged his other forefinger over Scott's body, curling it around his tiny genitals, lifting them up and rolling them round. He then moved his hand down over his own groin. Without warning, he turned his hand over, letting Scott drop onto his flaccid dick.

As Scott struggled to regain his balance, he felt the massive organ stir beneath him, making it more difficult. By the time he was able to sit up, the penis was half erect.

"Stroke it," Chris whispered. Unsure exactly how he was supposed to do that, Scott started to run his hands up and down the shaft. As it started to harden again, he found it was easier if he straddled it. He could then lean right forward, till his chest touched the central vein. When the penis was fully erect, Chris reached down and nudged Scott further up until he was sitting just below the head. Getting the general idea of what was expected of him, Scott ran his hands over the sensitive tip. Precum had started to ooze out of the piss slit and Scott reached it to grab some. When his hand brushed against the inside of the slit, he felt a quiver go through the giant body. Smearing the precum over the head of the penis, Scott massaged and rubbed, managing to get a fair amount of the stuff on himself.

The smell of precum was intoxicating and Scott barely noticed as Chris reached down and smeared it across his tiny body. As soon as the little soldier was good and slippery, Chris grabbed hold if his balls and played with them while Scott rubbed his shaft. After a few minutes, Chris plucked Scott off his dick and placed him on his hard abs. He started to jack off, trying to make sure he didn't crush his little sex toy in the process.

Scott was enjoying himself immensely. Just as this was obviously one of Chris' fantasies come true, so it was with Scott. Nothing he had ever experienced had prepared him for something like this. He felt the change in the body under him as it seemed to tense and tremble. Taking the initiative, he crawled forward, till he was as close in front on the huge dick as possible. He positioned himself directly in the line of fire. He definitely did not want to miss this.

Scott took a deep breath just as the explosion ripped out. The cum hit him like a battering ram, forcing him backwards. Cum pushed up his nose and into his mouth and totally covered his body. From sheer pleasure, he came himself.

The giant just seemed to keep going, until Scott thought he would drown. Eventually the giant stopped and he let go of his dick, a big drop of cum hanging from the end of it. Scott looked up and across the broad stomach and chest. Chris had his head inclined back, in the afterglow of ecstasy.

Scott crawled up onto the giants massive chest, between the twin hills of the pectoral muscles, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep.

* * *

A glass jar rolled off a benchtop, shattering as it hit the ground. None of the soldiers looked back as they forced their way through a gap in the wall. Sergeant Dobbs couldn't help but think how lucky it was that the giant hadn't stripped them of all their equipment. Otherwise they could all end up like Matt and Scott, dead at the hands of that sadistic giant.

Things weren't looking good. They hadn't been on this planet for a day yet, and they were already down to 48.

The sound of the homing beacon beeping was the soldiers only comfort as they made their way back to the ship.

Chapter 3

Three weeks had passed since they had arrived on this god-forsaken planet. In those three weeks, the marines had accomplished a lot, but they were still no closer to going home.

The news from the repair crews was not good. Most of the damage that had occurred had been to the engines. Just about every computer chip had blown. Even if they could find technology on this planet that was sophisticated enough to be compatible, there was virtually no chance that it would be the right size.

Sergeant Dobbs had been forced into a terrible decision. Eventually, he had to face the truth. This ship was going nowhere, and neither were they. The decision made, the marines went to work. Within a week everything that could be of some use had been salvaged from the ship. Now it was just an empty husk.

One of the search parties had found an entrance into an old sewer system. The pipes ran for miles and would provide a suitable base of operations. After several of the entrances had been sealed up, Dobbs was confident that they would be fairly safe here.

* * *

One problem that couldn't be ignored for very long was the food shortage. The emergency rations from the ship weren't going to last very long and tasted foul. Sure, they were high in nutrition, but that's about the only good thing that could be said about them.

It hadn't taken the marines long to find the city that Captain Burton had told them about. It was only about five miles away (little miles that is). Luckily there was what looked like a supermarket located near the outskirts of the town. That was to be their goldmine.

The ten marines had approached under the cover of darkness. Using the cover of the sewer pipes for as far as possible, the men watched giants coming and going from the shop. At last the place had closed for the night and the lights had been turned off.

Waiting another half an hour, just to be on the safe side, the marines finally approached the front doors. Sliding underneath was not a problem and the men found themselves near some checkouts. Relying on the light filtering in from the neon sign outside, the men headed towards the food isles.

Corporal Steven Anderson was in charge of tonight's mission and he directed one man towards each of the first nine aisles, taking the tenth for himself.

Once away from the doors, the shop was a lot darker, so the marines turned on their flashlights. Twenty minutes later, the marines regrouped at the other end of the shop. There were only five more aisles, so the Corporal directed half the group to itemise them, while he and the other four marines checked out the door to the warehouse.

The doors were made crash doors, heavy duty plastic that was designed to swing both ways. The soldiers couldn't crawl under this door, it had a heavy plastic skirt that scraped the ground. Instead, they had to force their way through the overlap where the doors met in the middle. It took two of the marines to pry the doors open enough for the others to slip through. Once inside the warehouse, the soldiers spread out.

Private Andrew Burns was walking along the left hand wall when he heard a noise. He quickly reported it over the radio, then continued to creep along. The noise was getting louder and Andrew could see reflected light up ahead. Turning his flashlight off, Andrew approached the light.

It was coming from a small room, the noise was louder now. Poking his head around the door frame, Andrew froze. A giant TV set was just inside the room and a giant security guard was sitting on the other side of the room, watching it and facing the door.

Although he was fairly confident the giant wouldn't be able to see him, Andrew slowly withdrew up the corridor. Shaking slightly (this was the first time he had actually seen a giant), he advised the Corporal.

The ten soldiers regrouped, just inside the warehouse doors. As they were discussing their findings, they were interrupted by the sound of giant footsteps. Thinking it was the security guard, the men raced towards the doors.

Just as they reached them, the doors were flung open. The door flap hit the soldiers and knocked them flying. All ten men hit the floor hard. Only Andrew retained consciousness long enough to see the security guards surprised expression. Then he too blacked out and knew no more.

* * *

When Andrew finally came around, he moaned in pain. It didn't feel like anything was broken, but he was sore as hell. He prised his eyes open, and then wished he hadn't. A giant face filled his entire vision, as it peered down at him, "Hey Tony, this one's awake too."

"Bring him over here with the others then," another deep voice replied from somewhere else in the room.

Andrew was too sore to struggle as the huge man wrapped his hand around him and plucked him from the desk top. He was carried a few feet and then gently deposited onto what looked like a coffee table.

Both giant security guards were sitting on a lounge, leaning forward, looking at the tiny marines. Besides himself, Andrew saw that six others of his group were on the table. All of them were awake and sat well apart from each other. When Andrew tried to crawl towards one of the others, he was rudely pushed back by a giant hand.

Looking at the other marines, Andrew saw that none of them had come out as well as he did. Two of them had arms bent at unnatural angles and another two had broken legs. Private Davidson had dried blood around his head and Private Mahony clutched his right wrist, a look of pain on his face.

One of the security guards stood up and walked back over to the table. When he returned, he placed the other three members of their team on the coffee table, making sure each one was set well apart from the others.

"So. Now that we've got 'em, what are we gunna do with 'em," the guard asked.

"Oh, I'm sure we can come up with something, don’t you Jeff," Tony responded. "Listen, it's nearly the end of the shift, the day guys will be here soon. Let's say we take 'em back to my place and we can think about it more there, OK."

Jeff agreed and the marines soon found themselves deposited into plastic lunch box. The lid was fitted into place, air holes had already been drilled into it. The lunch box was then placed into a sports bag.

* * *

Andrew found himself and another marine, Michael, sorted out from the others. They were the only two that had come out of the incident without any serious injuries. Now the two marines were desperately wishing that they had been injured.

The other marines had been left in the lunch box but one of the giants had dropped in some medical supplies. Toothpicks to use as splints, bandages and disinfectant.

Andrew and Michael had been set on a coffee table in Tony's lounge room. Both giants were again sitting on a lounge looking at them. Tony had been massaging his groin for some time now and Jeff had just started.

"Let's lay down some ground rules, boys," Tony started, "You will both do anything that we tell you to, without hesitation. The first one of you who doesn't obey us will find himself getting very intimate with the underside of my boot. Is that clear?" The giant had leaned forward as he spoke until he was looming over them.

Both little men nodded slowly, all too aware of how fragile their lives were.

Jeff leaned forward now as well, "Strip off. Both of you." Both marines jumped to obey. In moments they were both naked, standing, self-consciously under the scrutiny of the giant security guards.

"You," Tony said, pointing at Michael, "suck his dick." For a moment, neither marines moved. Then, as Tony started to bring his leg up, Michael quickly dropped to his knees in front of Andrew. At first Andrew was too scared to be aroused by Michael's probing tongue, then he couldn't help himself. Michael seemed to know exactly what he was doing and his actions betrayed his experience at this sort of thing.

Good grief, thought Andrew, is everyone gay? He wasn't gay himself and he was repulsed by the idea of two men having sex.

Michael grabbed both of Andrew's buttocks to give himself a better grip. One finger lay dangerously close to Andrew's ring. As it slowly inserted itself, tears of humiliation ran down Andrew's face.

Looking up, Andrew saw that Jeff and Tony had stopped rubbing their own groins and were now rubbing each others. As they started to kiss, Andrew thought he would throw up.

The two giants started to get more passionate and slid down onto the floor between the lounge and coffee table. One of their legs bumped the table, sending Andrew and Michael sprawling. For a couple of minutes, the two soldiers watched the giants make out, Andrew in disgust, and Michael in longing.

Eventually the two giants seemed to remember the little men and separated themselves long enough to get back onto the lounge.

Tony stretched out his leg and placed his boot on the table next to Michael. The black leather monstrosity loomed next to him, over twice his height. "OK little guy," Tony was looking at Michael. "I want you on my balls. Climb up onto my leg and come over here." Michael approached the giant ankle with what seemed like eagerness. He dragged himself up and started crawling along Tony's calf.

A loud thud and vibration startled Andrew out of watching Michael. Jeff had placed his boot next to him.

"Clean it!" Jeff boomed. Resigned to his fate, and thankful that it didn't yet included climbing onto a giant mans groin, Andrew walked up to the boot. It was a combat boot, tightly laced and receding into the navy blue pants leg. If they were anything like Michaels own boots, they probably reached to just below the knee.

"Start with the soles," Jeff said. Walking up to the massive tread, Andrew cringed. There was all sorts of stuff stuck in between the ridges, not just mud. Starting with the heel, Andrew started work.

* * *

Michael had nearly fallen off Tony's massive leg twice. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't keep his mind focused. His eyes were repeatedly drawn forward to where Tony's dick pressed against his pants material.

As he neared his destination, his own dick hardened. Finally he was sitting across the giants groin. For a moment he just sat there, absorbing the experience of having the giant dick right underneath him. He looked back to the coffee table, watching Andrew working on Jeff's boot.

Jeff pulled his foot away suddenly and placed it on the floor. Leaning down, he began to undo the laces and finally removed his boots. "You can finish that job later, little man, right now I've got other things in mind.

A huge fist wrapped around the tiny soldier and held him over one of the boots. The hand plunged down into the boot then emerged, without Andrew. The boots were picked up and sat on the table, leaving Andrew inside to breath in the smell of Jeff's foot odour.

Michael was pushed off his perch by a giant hand. He slid down between Tony's legs until he stood on the lounge. Jeff had already unzipped Tony's tight blue pants, and had reached inside. Michael almost swooned when he saw the size of what emerged. Wider than he was and at least two feet taller, the massive erection loomed over him, held in Jeff's tight grip.

As Jeff lowered his face down, he locked eyes with the little man. His lips parted slightly and his tongue darted out, just lightly brushing the tip of the dick. Twice more he repeated the action until he finally opened his mouth wider and pushed down.

Michael grabbed his own dick as Jeff gave Tony the head-job. What an awesome sight! The tiny marine tried to climb up onto Tony's leg but the motion of the two giants kept knocking him down.

Jeff withdrew suddenly and Tony stood up. The tight navy pants were cast aside and then the white briefs. Shirt and tie went next and then the giant sat back down, careful not to crush Michael.

A huge hand appeared behind Michael as Tony clutched his balls. Careful not to squeeze too hard, Tony rubbed and probed his ball sac. Saliva and precum were dripping down his dick so he wiped the tiny man through some, lubricating him and then continued to rub him around as Jeff resumed sucking.

When Jeff stopped to take his own clothes off, Tony placed Michael in front of his dick, giving him a slight push towards it.

Not needing any further prompting, Michael wrapped his arms around it as far as he would go and rubbed himself against it.

A shadow fell across him as Jeff lowered his face down once more. Michael closed his eyes and tightened his grip as Jeff's mouth descended over him and the dick. The hot wet tongue ran itself across his body, caressing him. The upwards suction was incredible. Michael almost lost his grip, feeling himself slide upwards. It only took two more sucks before he came, his tiny amount of cum sucked away unnoticed by either giant.

At last Jeff pulled away, letting Michael collapse at the base of the massive member. He was slimy with saliva and precum, but he had never felt better in his life.

Michael watched as Tony gripped his huge penis in one hand and started pumping away. A shot of cum rocketed straight up. Michael watched as it descended onto him. It splattered across his chest. Shot after shot rocketed skyward, until Michael started to worry he would drown.

At last Tony let go of his dick, it fell back, directly towards Michael. Stopping just short of him. As it started to deflate, it gradually sank lower until it rested across the marine.

* * *

Andrew tried to retreat further into the boot as a massive hand reached in. He was already firmly pressed into the toe cup and couldn't get away. Neither could the hand quite reach him though.

The boot lurched suddenly. Andrew screamed as giant toes suddenly appeared in front of him. The biggest toe pressed against his face, almost crushing his skull. Then it was gone.

Understanding the lesson, Andrew crawled forward into the heel space. The hand wrapped around him and picked him out.

Jeff placed him on the coffee table again. Both giants were naked, but there was no sign on Michael.

Although the sounds had been muffled, Andrew had still heard as one of the giants had moaned in ecstasy as he came.

Looking around, Andrew froze. He definitely did not like what he saw. Lying next to him was a vibrator and lubricant gel. He watched as Tony picked up the vibrator and opened up the bottom of it. After a few minutes of tinkering, the giant had managed to remove the batteries and engine, leaving a hollow shell.

Jeff got off the couch and kneeled on the floor in front of the coffee table, grinning wickedly at Andrew. A huge fist again wrapped around Andrew as Tony picked him up in his other hand. Andrew struggled uselessly as he saw where he was headed.

It was a tight fit, but Tony managed to squeeze Andrew into the vibrator casing. It was made of clear plastic, so Andrew could see out, even if the curvature distorted the view. The base was screwed back on and Tony moved around to behind Jeff.

Tony ran his other hand over Jeff's butt, slapping it occasionally, while making sure that Andrew was given an unobstructed view. One huge finger disappeared up to the second knuckle, then re-emerged. For a few minutes, Tony played with Jeff's puckered hole before grabbing the tube of lubricant. A goodly amount was squeezed out and rubbed around and just inside the hole.

Tony rubbed the vibrator over Jeff's butt now, making sure it was well coated in lubricant. Andrew was totally frozen now, in horror of what was about to happen.

Tony placed the tip of the vibrator against Jeff's ring and pushed lightly. About an inch of it slid inside, then he pulled it back out. He repeated his action a couple more times, each time pushing it in just that little bit more.

Pulling it all the way out, Tony held it up to his face. He grinned to see the petrified look on the face of the little soldier inside it. Then he slowly lowered it back down.

Again he placed the tip of it against Jeff's arse and pushed. This time he didn't stop, pushing it all the way in. Jeff moaned in pleasure, his butt muscles contracting about the vibrator. The feeling of it inside him, combined with the thought of what was inside it, was a feeling of pleasure that Jeff had never known before.

As Tony started to fuck him in earnest with it, Jeff felt hotter and hotter. When Tony left the vibrator inside of him and grabbed Jeff's dick, Tony almost came immediately. It didn’t require much extra stimulation before Jeff exploded.

Inside the vibrator, Andrew screamed continually. He could feel the changes rushing through the giant body that was all around him. His screams intensified as the plastic casing started to buckle. Jeff was in such bliss that he was contracting the muscles around the vibrator even more than before. Without the batteries and motor inside to reinforce the structure, the casing was starting to give way.

As the first load of cum exploded out of Jeff's dick, he reflexively squeezed his butt together. He didn't even notice as the vibrator collapsed inside him.

Tony was the first one to realise what had happened as blood started to drip out of the air holes in the bottom of the vibrator.

Oh well, they still had nine others.

Chapter 4

Lieutenant Billy Burns was ecstatic, to say the least. Finally he had been given his own command. In charge of five other officers, Burns had been assigned the task of tracking down enemies of the state. When he had first been told that he had been given a mission, he struggled to contain his elation. Then he was told what the mission was. He fought to contain his disappointment, someone was "yanking his chain".

Little People! No-one believed in little people. Sure, 30 years ago there was this whole crazy idea that some little people from another planet had crashed landed here, but that was just so much crap and media hype.

Then he had been shown the film footage. The more he watched, the more he started to regain that euphoric feeling. At the end of the 8-hour briefing, it was all he could do to stop himself from jumping around the room in glee.

This was going to be great! How difficult could it be to catch a little man?

* * *

Burns approached the field office with suppressed eagerness to get started. He had had several hours to think over his strategies. He had found this to be an extremely difficult topic to stay focused on. His mind kept on racing ahead to what he would do with the little people when he caught them (there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that he would catch them). One thought that kept leaping to the fore was the idea of how it would feel to grind a little man beneath his boot heel.

He felt nothing but contempt for the little people. Correction, little things. Nothing that small could seriously be considered to be human. He would think of them like bugs, and he would treat them like bugs. If you saw a bug, you stepped on it.

Of course, this went against the orders he had been given, but Burns didn't really care. He'd capture some of them, sure, but he promised himself that at least some of them would become close acquaintances of the underside of his feet.

* * *

Finding the remains of the spacecraft had been easy. Satellites had tracked what had, at first, been labelled a meteorite. When a technician had noticed that the meteorite had deviated from a standard flight path three times, and actually slowed down prior to impact, the alarm had been raised.

The six soldiers, dressed in green camouflage, had crept up on the pale blue ship, but had quickly deduced that it was deserted. In fact, in showed signs of being stripped of parts. Burns kicked the hull in frustration, not even making a dent. He was going to have to rethink his strategy.

* * *

The two privates had ducked into hiding when they heard the voices. They had been heading back to the ship to see if any more panels could be prised loose from inside. Cautiously, they crept forward until they saw the six giants standing around the ship. A brief, whispered conversation took place. Obviously they had to let Sergeant Dobbs know about this, but they decided to wait and see what the giants did first.

One of the giants directed three of the others in picking the ship up. They grunted under the strain (the ship was a little bigger than they were, and made of metal), but managed to cart it away. The leader then directed the other two men with him to start searching the area for any clues.

Again the two privates discussed what to do. Moments later, Private Douglas scurried away, heading back to camp. Private Black stayed to keep an eye on the giants.

Douglas had only run about two hundred feet when Burns spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. In four quick steps, he towered above the fleeing Private. Fulfilling his promise, his left combat boot hovered for a moment and then slammed down. Douglas didn't even have time to scream.

Burns shivered in delight. OK, so squashing a little man wasn't like squashing a bug after all. For about a minute, he kept his foot in place, not moving it. Then he stepped back and looked at his handy-work.

The soil in the area was fairly soft, so the tiny soldier hadn't been completely squashed. Burns crouched down for a closer look.

A strange feeling started to creep over him. His earlier pleasure was starting to fade and be replaced by something else, something quite different.

A noise and movement to his side attracted his attention. Another tiny soldier ran full pelt out of the undergrowth. Light glinted off something held in his hand.

Private Black launched himself at the giant who had just crushed his best friend. Tears streaming down his face, he screamed incoherently as he stabbed at the giants booted ankle. The hard leather turned the knife, not even scratched. Black dropped the knife and started beating at the giants' foot. He didn't notice the giant stand up.

Burns looked down at the crazy little soldier beating against his shiny black combat boots. He couldn't even feel the blows. He moved his foot slightly, knocking the little man onto his back.

Billy lifted his foot and started to position it over the little man. He moved his foot back slightly so he could still see the little man's face. As he started to lower his foot, he gradually slowed, until it hung suspended only an inch above the tiny soldier.

His earlier feeling of excitement was totally gone now. In its' place was something that he certainly hadn't expected. He felt pity. Pity and shame.

The boot moved aside, planted in the soil to the side of the little man. Burns crouched down and stared at the black-clad soldier. The man's face (he could no longer think of him as a bug) was screwed up in a look of absolute terror. He thought he could see moisture (tears?) on his face.

A wave of guilt washed over the Lieutenant. He had just killed another man, just like this one. A man, stranded in a world of giants, struggling for survival.

Burns slowly reached down, wrapping his fingers around the little man's body and stood up. The soldier didn't even move, he was petrified with fear.

At the sound of someone thrashing through the undergrowth nearby, Burns quickly dropped the tiny man into one of his shirt pockets, buttoning it up. He hoped the little man had the good sense to stay still.

"Lieutenant," the man called as he approached, "we found some signs of materials being dragged away from the site, but we lost the trail." The other soldier came up behind him.

"That's OK. We've found the ship. Private, I want you to mark this area. We'll take the ship back to HQ and come back again tomorrow. I think the tec's will want to get their hands on that thing ASAP."

* * *

All the way back to the base, Burns had to restrain himself from checking up on the little man. If any of the others even suspected what he had, they would turn him over to his superiors.

Once back at the base, Burns transferred the little man into his locker, making sure there was no way out. He removed the mans' backpack and weapons belt, keeping them in his pocket.

He then went back to work for the next 3 hours, until his shift finished.

* * *

Making sure no-one was around, Burns carefully opened his locker. He let out a sigh of relief, the little man was still there. A protective feeling came over the Lieutenant as he looked at the little soldier, who had fallen asleep. Curled up in a ball, he was lying on a pair of the giants' underwear.

Billy reached out with one finger, and gently nudged the little man awake. Another wave of guilt washed over Burns at the look of sheer terror on the soldiers' face. Trying to be as gentle and unthreatening as he could, Billy lifted the tiny soldier up and replaced him in his pocket. He then headed for home.

Once there, he sat at his kitchen table and removed the little man from his pocket, setting him on the table.

"I'm really sorry about your friend," Billy started. "I didn't mean to kill him."

Black just glared at the giant, his fear starting to fade in favour of anger.

"Well, that's not exactly true, I did mean to kill him, I just wish I hadn't," still getting no response, he rushed on, "It's just that I was confused. I wasn't really thinking. I mean I was thinking, just not thinking." Billy let everything just rush out, not really sure he was making any sense.

At last he ran out of words and fell into an uncomfortable silence.

After a couple of minutes, he tried again, "Listen. I know that nothing I can do can make up for what I've done, but will you at least let me try? I want to help you."

When he still got no response, Billy sighed and stood up. He pulled the backpack out of his pocket and sat it on the table. The weapons belt he kept. He had looked it over earlier and there was some sort of hand-gun holstered on it. He definitely was not going to leave that with the little soldier. Leaving the little man on the table, he moved into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Ten minutes later, Billy wandered back into his dining room. He had found a thimble and filled it with milk, which he was going to offer to his prisoner. Billy froze. The little man was gone.

A length of rope dangled from the table-top. It looked like a length of cotton. Both man and back-pack were nowhere in evidence.

Dropping to his hands and knees, Billy started searching the dining room. There wasn't really anywhere for him to hide in here, so he moved into the living room. Looking under the lounge and chairs, Billy started to get frantic. He checked the front door. There was no-way that the tiny man could get under it though, it was on a tile floor and the gap was only two or three millimetres big.

After a frantic five minutes, he finally found the little soldier. He was attempting to prise open a drain cover in the laundry.

When he saw the giant, he seemed to panic. He fumbled for something at his side and pointed it at the giant, it looked like a gun. The weapon spat something at the Lieutenant, hitting him in the shin of his right leg. It didn't hurt but instead burst into flame and smoke, a flare.

Beating it out with his hand, Billy looked at the little soldier who had collapsed back to his knees and appeared to be sobbing.

* * *

Billy plucked the little man out of his pocket and held him up to his face, "I know I haven't given you a great many reasons to trust me, but I'll tell you anyway. If ever you or your people need help, contact me. I'm the officer in charge of finding you guys, so I'll try to help you as much as possible anyway." He sighed again, then sat the little soldier down on the ground, between his feet. He withdrew a business card from his pocket and placed it in front of the soldier, "I've written my home address and a private number on the back." He then stood back up and walked away into the forest.

Private Black remained where he was for a couple of minutes until he was sure the giant was really gone. He started to walk away, then stopped. He looked back at the card, undecided. Eventually he fell back on his training, he would let the Lieutenant decided whether or not they could trust any of the giants. Folding the large card in two, he tucked it under one arm and headed back to camp.

Chapter 5

Two weeks had passed since Scott had been captured. Those two weeks had been the most confusing of his life. Confusing because he felt he was being torn in two by the decisions he was being forced to make. He felt a great sense of guilt and responsibility towards the rest of his team. Although he hadn't been given much choice in the matter, he still felt responsible. At the same time, he was living out his wildest fantasies. Chris was an excellent master. He looked after his little man extremely well. Feeding him, keeping him safe and playing with him.

Those times when his giant master played with him were periods of unrelenting joy for Scott. It was these moments that were keeping him from even trying to escape. When Chris wrapped his huge fist around his tiny body, placed him on, or in, various parts of his body, or even just held him while they watched TV together, Scott couldn't believe how lucky he was.

Now his guilt was beginning to mount, he really ought to try to get word back to Lieutenant Dobbs and let him know he was alive. Chris had told Scott about the other men escaping. He had even admitted to what he had done to Matt. Scott believed his master when he told him that he felt guilty about Matt. It was just that seeing all of those beautiful little men had caused his emotions to run wild. All his life he had thought about what he would do if he actually came across little men, and when it happened, it was all just too much.

Nevertheless, Scott felt it was time to go. After all, he could always come back.

* * *

When Scott presented his plan to Chris, he didn't get the reaction he had expected. He had honestly expected Chris to understand how he felt and help him reach the others. Instead, Chris had become angry with his little soldier. At one point, he had even clenched his fist and held it above Scott's head, as though he was going to smash him into oblivion.

Eventually, Chris had just picked Scott up and placed him in the doll house that had become his home. Chris had pushed the two halves of the house together, locking Scott inside, and stormed off.

Now Scott was being forced to rethink his position here. He had honestly thought that he was a willing partner in this whole situation. Now he realised that it had all been an illusion. As long as his desires had coincided with Chris', there hadn't been a problem. He had been foolish to think that this situation was anything other than what it really was.

Chris was a giant and Scott was six inches tall. What sort of idiot believed that there could ever be a sense of equality in any dealings that the two of them had. For the first time in two weeks, Scott started to think about escape.

Not that escape was going to be easy. As he started to think about possibilities, he realised that Chris has always thought about Scott trying to escape. The windows were always kept locked shut and the only time the door was open was when Chris walked through it. There was no way under it. The drains in the bathroom and laundry were sealed shut, and there was definitely no way out through the toilet (Not that Scott was prepared to try, anyway).

The only way Scott was going to escape was if Chris was careless, and he hadn't shown any signs of that yet.

Scott's planning was rudely interrupted as the doll house was pulled open. Without a word, Scott reached in and grabbed his little man. He was carried into the bedroom and tossed onto the foot of the bed.

Still without a word spoken, Chris stripped off and climbed onto the bed as well, narrowly missing squashing Scott. The giant threw himself onto his back, making Scott nearly bounce off the bed entirely. He used Chris' left foot as support as he stood up. Chris just lay there, unmoving.

Sensing that he had better do something, Scott started to walk up the gap between Chris' legs, dragging one hand against the giants left leg. He stripped off as he walked. He was naked by the time he reached the knee. As he passed the knee and started to run his hand over the massive inner thigh, he noticed the huge penis start to stir.

When he had reached Chris' enormous arse, Scott reached out with one foot and ran it around the giants' sphincter muscle. It tightened momentarily and then relaxed. Scott continued to run his foot around the edges for another few moments before slipping his foot just inside it, wriggling it slightly. He was almost yanked off his feet as the muscles contracted again.

He pulled his foot free and looked up. Two huge testicles hung almost directly in front of his face, each one at least twice as big as his head. Spitting onto his hands, Scott started to caress first one, then the other, rubbing and pushing them. Above him, the penis continued to harden.

When he felt sure that his master was fully erect, Scott pulled himself up using the scrotum and balls as foot and hand holds. This was something that Scott would never get tired of, climbing over these balls and dick.

Scott started to caress the huge shaft. He jumped when a huge splotch of moisture splashed down next to him. He hadn't even noticed Chris undoing the bottle of lubricant.

Smearing the stuff over his arms and chest, Scott's job became so much easier, now that the friction was gone. Eventually Scott lay full length along the shaft, rubbing his entire body back and forth. Occasionally he would push his face into Chris' slit, breathing in the musky fumes, licking up the precum and kissing the sensitive skin inside.

Pushing himself further down the shaft, he used his feet to play with the huge balls, while he continued to jack off his master. Eventually he felt the balls contract and the penis start to throb even faster. Stepping up his actions, he laughed in delight as he watched load after load shoot out, splattering across the tight stomach and chest.

As the hug penis started to deflate, Chris plucked Scott off it and rubbed him through his cum. When Scott was totally coated, he lifted him to his face. Knowing what to expect, Scott stuck out one arm, which Chris inserted into his mouth and sucked clean. Each limb followed, the huge tongue licking the cum off his chest and back. Then came the scariest part, when Chris took Scott's head inside his mouth.

As the tongue rolled over his face, Scott felt the giant incisor teeth resting against his neck - top and bottom. How easy it would be for him to be decapitated in this position. For a moment he remembered the argument they had had earlier, and Scott tensed in fear. What if Chris was still pissed off?

His fears were allayed as he was pulled back out. He was then dumped, unceremoniously on the bed while Scott stood up and cleaned himself off.

Scott watched as Chris dressed himself. The usual sense of disappointment washed over Scott when Chris tucked his dick into his white briefs, he loved looking at that thing. Blue jeans, a white T-shirt, socks and shoes followed. It looked like his master was going out.

For a moment Scott though Chris had forgotten about locking him back up as he headed for the door. At the last moment, though, he turned around and stepped back over to the bed.

Scott stood up, expecting to be picked up. Instead, Chris first unzipped his jeans and pulled them open. Then he plucked Scott up, pulled his briefs waist band open and dropped him in. After manipulating him into a better position, the jeans were zipped back up, trapping Scott inside.

* * *

Being trapped inside a giants pants was not the most comfortable of places for a six inch tall man to be.

Every step Chris took changed the definition of Scott's prison. He was actually in between the giant thighs, with his feet squashed into the crack of the giant arse, and his head being knocked about by the huge testicles. When Chris had sat down to drive his car, Scott had thought his legs were going to break. It had been extremely difficult to breathe as well, especially when, at one stage, Chris had slightly lifted one leg and farted.

Finally Chris had arrived at his destination and got out of the car. Scott heard a door bell and some conversation before Chris sat down again. This time it wasn't so bad for Scott as Chris' legs were spread more.

The thick material of the jeans muffled the sound of the conversation outside, but he could tell that there were at least two other voices, both male.

Eventually the conversation died off. Scott was beginning to wonder what was going on, when he felt pressure exerted on his prison from outside. At the same time, the huge penis next to him started to stir.

The pressure continued, changing position. It wasn't a lot of pressure and Scott finally deduced that it was the hand of someone caressing his masters dick. Scott started to become indignant at that stage, how dare Chris be interested in someone else when he had Scott.

The sound of the metal zipper being pulled down interrupted that line of thought. Diffuse light filtered through the white material of the jocks. Then they were pulled away.

Scott blinked in the sudden light. When his vision cleared, he found himself looking up at two strangers. They had looks of awe on their faces. The look of someone who had always thought something was impossible and had suddenly been presented with irrefutable proof.

Both giants were dead-set studs. They were both stripped down to white underwear and had fantastic bodies. "Scott, I'd like you to meet Justin and Mark. They're going to be looking after you for a while." When Scott looked up at him, with a confused look on his face, Chris continued, "I think we need a break. The way I feel right now, I don't trust myself around you. I think it's better for both of us if we take a break."

"Besides, I think you'll like Justin and Mark. I know they like you."

Scott tried to retreat into Chris' underwear as Justin reached towards him. There was nowhere for him to go. He heard Scott do up his pants again as Justin held him up to his face. Mark moved in closer for a good gawk too.

Both men were extremely good looking. Short dark hair topped faces that, on normal sized men, would have made Scott's knees go weak. Sure, his knees were weak now, but that was from fear.

"I'm off now guys," said Chris, "Don't forget what I told you about looking after him, and be careful. He's not as fragile as you might think, but at the same time, you could squish him without even knowing."

That said, Scott left.

Both giants looked at Scott with undisguised lust on their faces, then they looked at each other and grinned. To say that Scott was worried was to seriously understate things.

* * *

For the first couple of hours in his new home, Scott slowly started to relax. The two giant men had placed him on a table, put down a couple of handkerchiefs for him to sit on, and then promptly ignored him. Instead, they went on with their lives as though he wasn't even there.

They had sat on the lounge, watching TV for a while, then had busied themselves with some domestic chores. Justin had cooked dinner, a delicious creamy pasta. Mark had found a bottle-top lid which they had used as a plate when they gave him some food, then ignored him again while they ate dinner and chatted.

While Mark washed up the dishes from dinner, Justin had started ironing and watching the TV again.

By this stage, Scott had started to feel comfortable. In fact when the two giants had again sat down and watched TV together, Scott had dropped off to sleep.

When he woke up again, Justin and Mark were making out on the lounge. For a while he just lay there, not moving, as the two giants kissed and caressed each other. Eventually Justin noticed him watching and they broke apart.

Chapter 6

Nick had had enough with following orders. Look what following them had done for him so far. They had taken him into space - to fight a battle he didn't believe in and had then been sent to the other side of the galaxy, to a planet where giants ruled. Well, enough was enough. Sergeant Dobbs and his orders be damned. He knew enough to survive on this planet without anyone else's help.

He waited until night, then filled a pack with things he might need. He ripped the homing device that Dobbs was making everyone wear off and threw it under a bush. He then set out on his own.

By daybreak Nick had made his way out of the forest and into a field. He had had to cross two roads so far, not a very encouraging experience. Both times he had waited until there was no cars insight, then made a dash for the other side. Both times a car had come screaming out of the night before he reached the other side. One had missed by a mile, the other only just.

By midmorning, Nick had made his way through the field. He had shot two field mice and a crow that had accosted him. Now he was presented with another road.

This one was much bigger than the last two, being several lanes wide. And it was in fairly constant use. There was no way he was going to make it across there during daylight, he would have to wait until night and hope the traffic died down.

Nick walked back into the field a little way and hacked some of the wheat stalks down with his machete. He then set up his tent and crawled inside to sleep.

* * *

A loud roaring noise woke Nick up. He had no idea how long he had been asleep, but it was still light. He crawled to the entrance of the tent and peaked outside. He couldn't see any sign of what had made the noise, and it suddenly cut itself off.

Shrugging, Nick was about to crawl back inside, when he heard giant voices, coming from the roadway. Curious, he pulled on his boots, retrieved his gun, and moved closer to the road.

Peeking out from between two stalks, Nick saw the car first. Bright red, it loomed bigger than just about anything he had even seen, even the navies new juggernauts. The crunching of gravel drew his attention to the back of the car. A motorbike was parked there. A police motorbike. The cop himself was talking on his radio.

Nick started to become hard, despite himself. He had always had a thing for cops, especially bike cops, especially ones in tight blue pants and shiny black boots that came up to the knees.

Nick had seen other giants before this one, and they had done nothing for him, sexually. They just seemed like huge, walking mountains. This one was different. Maybe it was the uniform.

The little soldier watched as the cop hung up the radio, wrote something on a pad, and walked back to the car. He turned his back to the field as he spoke to the driver, Nick was listening to the words, he was too interested in the way the tight fabric stretched over those massive buttocks as the officer moved.

Eventually the officer handed the driver something and stood back as the car drove off. He walked back to his bike and wrote something else. Nick was a little disappointed, the guy was going to leave.

Instead, the officer took off his helmet and hung it on the handle bars. His notebook disappeared into a bag on the back.

The huge policeman looked into the field, then all around, as though checking something out. He then walked straight towards Nick's hiding place. For a moment Nick thought he had been seen, but then he realised the cop wasn't even looking down.

Nick didn't realise his predicament until almost too late. He turned around and started running towards his camp. Stalks were pushed aside, right behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Nick tripped. A massive black boot thrust through the wheat. Nick screamed as it slammed down, right near him. There was a blur of movement, and then the officer was gone.

Looking up, Nick could see the officer still, he had stopped, just ahead. Curious, but more cautious now, Nick ran towards him. Just as he got near him, he head a strange, metallic, ripping noise. All became clear as a stream of urine started to pound into the ground in front of the officer.

Nick's jaw dropped as he watched the waterfall cascade down. He didn't even realise he was still walking forward until a drop splashed against his chest. He stopped suddenly, terrified. On either side of him was a polished black boot. He could see his horrified expression reflected in one of them. He looked up as the last few drops splashed down nearby. The giant was just tucking his huge dick back into his pants.

Realising just how dangerous his situation was, Nick turned to run, but tripped over something before he had moved ten paces. It was a tent peg. He scrambled to his feet, but tripped again, this time stumbling into his tent, causing it to collapse around him.

The policeman turned, his huge boots moving forward. The sole of a black leather heel, the size of a lounge chair crashed down next to the tent, then it lifted up and forward as the giant took a step.

Nick had a split second to see the tent peg stuck into the leather, and the rope attached to it, before the whole tent, and him, was whipped through the air. He crashed to a stop for a second, then he was whipped forward again, becoming more and more entangled in the tent.

After a few such steps, the giant came out of the wheat field. As he took another step, he felt the drag on his boot. He looked down to see a scrap of material near his boot.

He lifted his foot up, balancing on one leg, and grabbed the material in one fist, ripping it free from his boot. As he was about to throw it away, something inside it moved.

Thinking it was a mouse or spider, he dropped it. One foot was already raised, prepared to smash the offending rodent into pulp, when he looked at the material. It had rolled open when he dropped it. Instead of a mouse, there was a little man, all dressed in black.

Shocked, and still standing on one leg, the cop nearly fell over. The little man hadn’t moved. Maybe he was dead.

As Michael dropped down onto his knees, he saw that the little chest was still rising and falling. For a moment more he just stared, then jerked into action. He didn't want some motorist to pull over to see why he was kneeling at the side of the road. Wrapping the little man up in the tent, he picked it up, gingerly. He took his gun out of his holster and placed it into his bike bag. Making sure the little man was up the right way, Michael slipped him into the leather holster and snapped it shut.

* * *

By the time Michael had gotten home, he could hardly restrain himself. He had radioed into work, saying he was sick, and then raced home. He had even turned his lights and siren on to clear some traffic out of his way.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, he unclipped his holster and placed it on the coffee table. He undid the clasp, but left it shut. The giant cop then sat down on his sofa, leaning forward to look at his holster, like an eager 6 year old.

For about 30 seconds nothing happened, then the leather flap started to quiver. A tiny hand appeared around the edge, gripping it, then the flap was pushed open.

Nick froze when he saw the giant staring at him. Then he recognised the uniform he was wearing, and realised it was the policeman. He let out a sigh of relief. He may have been captured, but at least it was by the law. At least he wouldn't be subject to the things that he had heard from the others. It was almost a pity really.

The giant cop was looking at him in utter amazement. As Nick climbed out of the holster and stood up, the expression on the giants face changed. Nick wouldn't have said it was an evil expression, but he didn't really know what to describe it as.

"Let's get one thing straight, right up front, peewee. As of this moment you are my possession. You have absolutely no rights. If I tell you to do something, you do it. No arguing, no hesitating. If you don’t do what I say, when I say…" a huge fist slammed down on the table, only a couple of feet away. The shock knocked Nick from his feet.

The blood drained from his face, how easily that could have been him.

The giant sat back again. "Do what I tell you to, and you might manage to live out your life in relative comfort. Understood?" When Nick didn't react, the giant raised his fist threateningly, "UNDERSTOOD?" he yelled.

As Nick hurriedly nodded his head, he missed what the giant said next. His ears were still ringing from the deafening yell.

Whatever it was, the giant obviously wasn't expecting a reaction as he didn’t get angry again. Instead, the cop reached out a massive hand, wrapping it around Nick's waist. With breathtaking speed, he was raised into the air, then back down, placed on the floor between the giants feet.

The massive man stood up, towering far above Nick. A wave of vertigo washed over Nick as he looked up. How could anything be that tall? The glossy black boots were as tall as a five story building. They ended just below the knees. From there up, skin-tight blue pants ran up to a thick, black belt, and finally a pale blue shirt.

One of the giant feet moved, his feet were knocked out from under him and he ended up flat on his back. Before he could move, a massive platform of black leather was positioned over him. It descended quickly, trapping him under it, with just his head showing out. Just enough pressure was exerted onto him to hold him trapped.

Michael looked down at his boot. The tiny little head was all he could see of the little soldier, poking out from under the toe of the boot. He moved his foot a little, from side to side. He could hear the little man scream, more in fright than pain. The feeling of power he was getting from this was starting to get him excited.

Michael had become a cop because it gave him power. It was a thrill to pull people over and see their pathetic faces as they tried to come up with some excuse why he shouldn't give them a ticket. But that was nothing compared to this. He had total control over this little man. He could do whatever he wanted with him, and there was nothing the little pipsqueak could do to stop him.

Michael lifted his foot slightly and moved it forward. The little man lay still, not game to move. Michael positioned his huge heel right over Nick's head. Before Nick could move out of the way, the heel pressed down.

Michael watched as the little body thrashed around. The little soldier was trying to pull himself out from under his foot. Nick's head felt light it was going to explode. Just as he thought his skull was going to crack like an egg shell, the pressure disappeared.

Michael grinned down at him, "OK microbe, on your feet." Nick lurched to his feet, holding his head. "My boots need cleaning, get to it." Nick watched as a huge glob of spit hurtled downward. It landed with a thick splat on the toe of the giant right boot. Scared almost witless, Nick stumbled over to the boot. For a moment he was at a loss. What was he supposed to use.

With nothing else to hand, he stripped off his black shirt and started spreading the saliva around. He was bending over, shining the boot when he was knocked flat by another glob of spit. It had hit him on the back of the neck and oozed over his shoulders and down his back. He cursed silently at the indignity of it all. As the same time, he was trying to keep his mind on the job. Polishing these huge black things was getting him really hot, and it had nothing to do with the exertion.

When he had finished cleaning the tops of the boots, he moved onto the heel, reaching as far up as he could. He needed the assistance of another couple of spits before he had finished all he could reach. Without being told, he moved over to the other boot and started on it.

When that one was polished and reflecting his image, he looked up to see what his master wanted to do next. The log-like fingers wrapped around him and lifted him back onto the coffee table. Michael sat back on the sofa, he stretched his legs out, resting them on the table next to Nick. Now the little soldier was able to complete the job.

By the time he was finished, he was totally exhausted. He was proud of his effort, then he felt ashamed. How could he take pride in polishing a giants boots? What sort of radical change in his thinking had taken place. All he seemed to want was his masters approval.

Michael looked at his boots and grunted, unimpressed. He thumped the boots back on the ground and stood up.

Michael slowly started to undo his belt. When that was hanging open, he undid the button and slowly pushed his zipper down. Nick started to back up slowly, suspecting what was about to happen. Before he took three steps, Nick's thumb and forefinger gripped his right ankle and picked him up.

Michael let Nick dangle in front of his face, turning him so he spun slowly, out of control. Nick started to get nauseous.

Suddenly he was plummeting downward as Michael lowered his hand. An expanse of white filled his vision, then he was pressed against the material. He could feel the warmth of skin through the material and he knew he was being pressed against a pair of white jocks. Michael turned him around so he was right way up.

As Nick struggled to get a handhold, he realised he was pressed up against a massive, erect cock. He could feel it pulsing beneath him. A loud, metallic ripping noise startled him as Michael did up his zipper. All light was cut up and the tight material pressed against him, holding him firmly in place.

He felt the fabric stretching over him as Michael began to walk. The giant only took a few steps before he stopped. Nick could feel the huge fingers gently touching him and pushing him into slightly different positions.

Michael stood in front of a full length mirror, admiring the outline of the little man against his cock. He couldn't help touching him and pushing him into different positions.

He turned and swivelled his hips, trying to find the best position to admire his little man.

Chapter 7

Dobbs was not happy. It had taken him and the other three men with him over two days to reach the apartment building. They had travelled as far as they could via the sewer system. The fifth member of their party had been carried off by a giant rat. The filthy creature was the size of a large car and had leapt out of the darkness without warning.

The other four men had started shooting, ruby red laser beams illuminating the tunnel, but there was no sign of the rat or Peter. Shortly after that, Dobbs had made the decision to climb up to the surface. Making sure they only travelled at night, and kept to the shadows, the little marines made their way through the city. Eventually the homing signals had led them to this building.

In pairs, the soldiers had searched for a way into the building but had no luck. The only way in was through the front or back doors. The back door had not opened during a whole day of observation and the gap underneath was too small for them to squeeze under. The front door was used regularly, and there was a giant doorman standing just inside. That way in was certain to get them captured or killed. There had to be another way, they just hadn't found it yet, surely.

* * *

After another day of watching and searching, Dobbs was ready to admit defeat. There was no way into that building without assistance. Despite all of his reservation, Dobbs realised that they were going to need help.

After climbing back down into the sewers, the marines searched for a phone connection box. After a couple of minutes, they located one and managed to get it open. The technology inside was fairy primitive, so it was child's play to hack into it and hook up one of their radios to it.

Dobbs had memorised the number that he need to ring. He hesitated on the last number, then, committed, he dialled it. The phone rang a couple of times before being picked up, it was an answering machine, "Hi, this is Billy, sorry I missed you, leave a message."

"Lieutenant Burns, this is Sergeant Dobbs. I believe you have encountered two of my friends, one of whom is no longer with us. You met in the woods. Anyway, you made an offer of assistance. I have decided to take you up on that offer." Dobbs hesitated before continuing, "We'll meet you in the park on Hammond Street at 11pm tonight. Sit on the third park bench from the fountain, I'll join you there." Dobbs hung up the phone and sighed, he was taking an incredible risk.

* * *

There were few people in the park at that time of night, and no-one near the fountain or the bench. Billy knew who the message was from and he couldn't wait to meet the Lieutenant. He still felt guilty about what he had done to that other little soldier, and he desperately wanted to make it up to the little people.

He sat down on the nominated bench and waited. After 10 minutes, he began to think that Dobbs wasn't going to turn up. He waited another 10 minutes, and was just about to leave when he heard a rustling noise near his feet. He looked down to see a little man push his way through a pile of leaves. "Don’t look down," he yelled. "Just sit there as though I'm not here."

"You said you needed help. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it."

"OK. A group of our men have been captured by some civilians. They're in an apartment building up the street. We can't get in but we need to rescue them. I want you to get me and another of my men into the building, and maybe into the apartment where they're being held. After we free them, you take us back out of the building, bring us back to this park, and then leave. Understood?"

"Alright, I can do that. Is there anything else I can do?"

For a moment Dobbs didn't answer, the giant certainly seemed to be sincere. No, the less they had to rely on giants, the better off they would be. "We'll see. Depending on what happens, I may contact you again."

Billy didn't hesitate, he owed these men. Nothing he could ever do would make up for killing one of them, but he would do whatever they needed from him.

Dobbs indicated to someone behind him and another little man walked out of the shadows. The sergeant told Billy to pick them up. Billy grasped one little man in each hand. He was wearing a thick denim shirt with large pockets, so he placed one man in each of them, leaving them unbuttoned so that they could look out. He could also hear them when Dobbs gave him instructions.

Billy walked along the street, trying to keep his gait regular so the soldiers wouldn't get too bounced around. The doorman only glanced at him as he pulled the glass door open, and he even pushed the lift button for Billy.

When the lift doors opened on the seventh floor, Dobbs poked out of the pocket, holding the tracker device. He directed Billy to walk along the corridor. The indicator showed that the third apartment was where the men were being held.

Billy had been trying to come up with a plan for how he was going to get the men back. He had no idea how many people were inside, if they were armed, or anything. Dobbs told Billy to set him and Peter down on the ground. The gap under the door was wide enough for them to slip under. Dobbs handed one of their radios to the giant, "I've set the radio on for constant receive. You'll be able to hear whatever goes on inside. If we need help, we'll let you know. Don't do anything unless I tell you." Peter was already half under the door, checking the room out. "Listen, you'd better go stand in the stairwell, if anyone comes into this corridor, you're going to look pretty suspicious."

Billy waited until the two men had slipped under the door and then hid in the stairs. The little radio he placed inside his ear. He couldn't hear very much at first, but then he heard a whispered voice of Dobbs, telling him that they were in a lounge room and that no-one was there.

Sergeant Dobbs and Private Peter walked across the carpet. There was no sign of any giants, or their comrades. There were two other doors, both closed. The two soldiers went over to the right hand one. It was a kitchen.

There were certainly plenty of places to hide a group of little men in a kitchen. Deciding to put off such a big search, the two soldiers went over to the other door. It led to a short corridor, with another two doors leading off it. The one on the right was a bathroom. The one on the left was a bedroom. There was still no sight of any giants.

The bedroom only held a large bed, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, and two bedside tables. The wardrobe was the first target. The two six-inch soldiers managed to prise the doors open. A couple of pairs of giant shoes were the first thing they saw. There were sneakers, dress shoes, boots, even a pair of flippers. Clothes hung above their heads, and above that were some shelves with boxes on them.

The sergeant and the private started searching amongst the shoes. Peter had to hold his nose as he looked inside them, the smell of foot odour was so overpowering. It was certainly disconcerting, walking amongst all these shoes. It conjured images of being squashed under them.

They found nothing amongst the shoes. There wasn't much else that they could search. They couldn't reach the clothes, let alone the shelves above them. They couldn't get into the chest of drawers, the drawers were stuck. The kitchen was definitely beyond them.

There was no choice, they had to get Billy Burns in here to help them. Dobbs was about to radio to him when he heard a noise from the lounge room. The two men ran back into the closet, hiding in the darkness. The door to the bedroom opened and a monstrous man walked in. He was dressed in a guards uniform.

Tony threw his hat and tie onto the bed. The black belt was undone and his pants button. He pushed the metal zip down and reached one hand into his groin.

Dobbs and Peter watched as he pulled a soldier out of his jocks. Dobbs couldn't be sure, but he thought it looked like Michael. The giant grinned at him, then casually tossed him onto the bed.

Tony removed his shirt, then boots, socks and pants. Leaving Michael on the bed, he left the room, pulling the door shut.

In a flash Dobbs was across the floor, instructing Peter to remain in the closet. Dobbs stopped next to the bed, making sure it was between him and the door in case the giant returned. He started yelling, trying to attract Michael's attention. After a minute or so his tiny head poked over the edge. He looked surprised. "Sergeant Dobbs! What are you doing here?"

"What do you think! We're here to rescue you and the others. Where are they?"

Michael looked back over his shoulder, making sure Tony hadn't come back into the room. "Sergeant, you really shouldn't be here, it's too dangerous. Besides, I kind of like it here." He looked embarrassed.

Dobbs couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had just seen Michael being removed from a giants sweaty crotch! How could Michael possibly like it here? "Listen," he yelled back, "We don’t have time for this. Where are the others?"

Michael looked over his shoulder again. "Tony keeps them locked up in a box in the top of the wardrobe, you'll never get them down from there." Michael kept checking the door. "And sergeant, there's something else. Most of them are injured, they'd never make it out of here. Andrew is dead."

Just then the door opened and Tony walked in. Dobbs bolted under the bed, hiding.

Tony was still only wearing a pair of jocks. He grinned at Michael and moved over to the chest of drawers. He pulled on a pair of loose, grey sweat shorts and a t-shirt. From another draw he produced a pair of white sports socks. He sat down on the bed, near where Michael lay.

Under the bed, Dobbs looked at the giants heels and ankles. One of them disappeared as it was lifted. A couple of seconds later it reappeared, in one of the socks. The other foot disappeared while Tony put the sock on it.

Peter almost screamed when he saw the giant take a step towards the closet. He ducked into the first available cover, the yawning portal of a sneaker that was laying on it's side.

Light flooded into the closet as Tony pulled the door open. He stood there, staring down at the shoes for a moment, then he looked up to the top shelf. He patted a show box that had a string tied around it, jolting the little men who were resting inside it. Tony then turned his attention back to the shoes.

Peter let out a little squeak of fear when he saw the finger enter the shoe. As Tony picked the pair of shoes up, Peter fell into the toe space. The smell of sweaty feet was almost unbearable and he could feel the imprint of giant toes in the inner sole. The shoe swayed slightly as Tony walked over to the bed, then there was the sickening feeling of falling, followed by the sudden impact of slamming into the floor.

Sergeant Dobbs jumped when Tony dropped the sneakers in front of him. One of the shoes bounced onto its' side. Dobbs gasped when he saw Peter's terrified face inside the shoe. Before either man could move, a giant hand came into view, putting the shoe right way up.

Peter was too terrified to move or even scream as he saw the foot start to enter the shoe. As Tony started to pull the shoe on, Peter was pushed in front of the toes, up into the front of them again. For a moment the toes stopped as Tony's heel got wedged. In that moment, everything seemed to become crystal clear for Peter. The old, stale smell from the shoes was easily separated from the new, sweaty smell coming from the giant toes. Each of the toe imprints in the inner sole could clearly be felt, as could their corresponding dimples in the leather upper.

Tony forced his foot into the sneaker, for a moment there was a slight resistance against his toes, then something seemed to pop and moisture exploded through his sock.

* * *

Billy hit the door with his whole body. The door quivered but didn't give way. Backing up, he charged at the door again, this time it burst inwards, spilling him inside onto the floor. Scrambling to his feet, he ran across the room and through another door. Tony almost ran into him, coming out of the bedroom, to see what the hell was happening in his lounge room.

Billy grabbed him by the collar and pushed him back into the room. He pushed Tony back onto the bed, forcing Michael to scramble for his life. Billy pulled his gun out of his pocket and pointed it at Tony.

"Don't even think about moving, you bastard. Sergeant Dobbs, are you OK?" Billy quickly took a look around the room.

Dobbs walked out from under the bed, making sure Billy saw him. Without waiting for permission, Billy scooped him up and put him in his shirt pocket. Billy glanced at Tony's left foot, a drop of blood dripped from the toe, splattering on the ground.

Still keeping the gun trained on Tony, Billy moved over to the closet and took the box off the top shelf. He placed it on the chest of drawers and fumbled with the knot with one hand. Eventually he got it open and removed the lid. Eight men were inside. Each of them appeared injured, sporting slings and splints.

Sergeant Dobbs poked out of the pocket and yelled to them that they were safe now, then Billy replaced the lid. Billy walked over to the bed, intending to pick Michael up.

"No! I don't want to go," Michael yelled, scrambling back away from the grasping hand. He got to his feet and ran over to where Tony lay. "Sergeant Dobbs, you have to understand, I really do like it hear. Tony looks after me really well. He'd never hurt me."

Billy looked down to the little man in his pocket. For a full minute, Dobbs remained silent, then torn, he made his decision. "Ok, you can stay here, if that's what you really want. On one condition, you have to realise that your decision is final. You can't ever return to the camp, you'd put us all in too much danger. Do you want to change your decision?"

Michael didn't even hesitate, "I know you don't really understand, sergeant. But I really am happy here." Michael pushed his way into Tony's hand, which tightened around him protectively.

Dobbs indicated to Billy that it was time to leave and the giant picked up the shoe box and walked over to the door. He gave one last glare at Tony, and then left.

* * *

Despite the help that Billy had given him and his men, Dobbs yet prepared to trust him with the secret of their bases' location. Instead, he had Billy take them into the first and set the box down. Retrieving the radio from the giant, Billy radioed the base to let them know their location and to send help carrying the men back to camp. He then thanked Billy and asked him to leave.

"Sergeant Dobbs, I want to thankyou for giving me this chance to help you. I know you still don't trust me, but if I can ever help you again, you know how to contact me." With that, Billy stood up and strode away. He didn't look back, although he could feel Sergeant Dobbs eyes on his back for quite some distance.

Chapter 8

Michael was still admiring himself in front of the mirror when the doorbell rang. He decided to ignore it but the person started banging on the door, then he heard his old partner, "Michael. I know you're in there. Your bikes outside and it's still warm".

Cursing under his breath, Michael unzipped his pants as he walked back into the lounge room. He plucked Nick out and placed him onto the desk, "Keep out of sight." He whispered as he approached the door. There was an open cigar box on the desk. Made of polished wood and bound in brass, there were several cigars missing. Nick climbed in and pulled the lid most of the way down. He could see out, but couldn't actually be seen himself.

He didn't know what was going on, but it was bad enough being captured by one giant, he certainly didn’t want another to get their hands on him. He watched Michael unlock the door.

Another bike cop pushed his way in before the door was fully open.

"Hey dude, heard you called in sick. Don’t look sick. What’s the story?" He stood in the middle of the room, looking at Michael expectantly.

"Uh, Dave, this isn't exactly the best time, could you maybe.."

Dave cut him off, "What's the matter, you got another guy hidden away in your room?" He rushed over to the bedroom door, opened it, and looked inside, "Nope, then you must have one coming over. Who is he? Another stud you pulled over and told you wouldn't write him a ticket if he sucked your dick?"

Nick could see the insolent grin on Dave's face, with what looked like a touch of jealousy and resentment.

"Dave, listen. It's nothing like that, I'm really not feeling too good. Could you just go? Please?"

Dave looked at him for a moment, contemplating. He then broke eye contact and strolled over to the desk. Turning around, he planted his arse on the edge.

Inside the cigar case, Nick started to get hard, looking at that firm butt pressed up against the desk, scant inches away.

"Mikey, if you really are sick, I think I should stay to look after you."

"That's really not necessary, I can look after myself."

"Nonsense, I insist." Without looking, Dave reached behind himself and grabbed the cigar box. Nick ducked back in as the lid slammed shut. As Dave picked it up, Nick was almost crushed as some of the cigars rolled onto him. Michael eyed the box uneasily as Dave started to turn it over and over in his hands. Inside, Nick was tumbled about, log-like cigars hitting him from every angle.

"Hey put that down," Michael started forward, intending to take the box out of his partners hands, but Dave flicked the lid open before Michael could reach him.

"Chill out, all I want is a cigar," with his eyes still on Michael, Dave reached into the box to grab a cigar. As his fingers wrapped around one, they brushed against Nick. Dave looked down in surprise. For thirty seconds, no-one moved. Michael stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what Dave would do. Dave stood with a cigar half way to his mouth, staring at Nick, and Nick just lay there, terrified.

Finally Dave spoke, "Holy shit Mikey. You caught one of 'em. You actually caught a little man. What are you going to do with him?" He looked up at Michael.

"If you think I'm gonna turn him over to the boss, you've got another thing coming. I found him and what I do with him is my business." Michael jutted his chin out as he spoke, almost defying his friend to contradict him.

Dave started to smile, "You know, we could certainly have a little fun with a guy this small."

For a moment Michael just stared at him, then he smiled too. "Pick him up, and bring him over here."

Nick squirmed for cover, but Dave easily moved the cigars aside and picked him up. He was still wearing his soft leather gloves, and the feel of it against his skin was starting to make Nick become aroused.

"Hand him over," Dave placed Nick into his fellow cop's hand, for a moment keeping hold of him as well, then he let go.

Michael held Nick in his right hand, and stepped a little closer to Dave. With his other hand, he lightly caressed Dave's groin. Nick could see movement there that had nothing to do with the motion of Michael's hand. After a moment, Michael took hold of the other cop's zipper and pulled it down. His hand slipped inside and continued to caress Dave's dick and balls. After another few moments of this, Michael moved his right hand in closer. Pulling the fabric open more, Michael slipped Nick inside, positioning him next to the massive pillar, he then pulled the zip back up.

Nick's little form was clearly outlined through the navy fabric. Dave let out a little gasp of pleasure, feeling Nick squirm up against his dick. Michael ran one finger teasingly across his dick and then across Nick, and back again.
Dave fought against his instincts to grab his crotch. Michael continued to caress the two of them, now dropping down onto his knees in front of Dave. Using both hands now, he managed to manipulate Nick around until he was lying full length along the seven inch dick. Nick was finding it hard to breath, the material was so tight. And with Michael still pushing and prodding, the situation was only getting worse.

When the pressure on his ribs increased to the point that Nick thought they would crack, the pressure was suddenly gone. Light flooded into his prison as the button and zip were undone. The little soldier nearly fell out, a plummet that was sure to leave him crippled, if not dead. But instead, he fell into Dave's cupped hand. The six inch soldier was placed on top of Michaels head as he lent in closer to Dave's dick. As he started to suck on the throbbing meat, Nick had to hold on for dear life. Grabbing tufts of the short hair in each hand, he felt as though he was sitting atop a bucking bronco. Dave's head thrust forward and pulled back, repeatedly. Eventually it became too much, and he started to lose his grip.

With a yell, he slid right over the back of the giant head. For the second time in only minutes, Nick though he was going to fall, but this time he was saved by the collar of Michael's blue police shirt. There was just enough room for him to slip inside the collar, and he had done so, up to his chest. As Dave continued to suck on Dave, he could feel the little man at the nape of his neck.

Dave leant forward, over Michael to see where the little toy man had gone. Seeing him holding on, he grinned, "Hey there little fella, what's happening?" he reached out one hand and casually knocked Nick's arms loose. With a startled yell, Nick fell inside the shirt, scraping against Michael's smooth back and the shirt. He eventually came to a stop, just above Michael's arse, where the shirt tucked into the pants.

The motion wasn't nearly as bad down here, and Nick started to relax. Michael broke off from sucking Dave, not wanting to bring him to climax just yet. He stood back up and reached around behind, feeling for Nick. Being fairly careful but not too gentle, he manipulated Nick around until he was lying just below his navel. The giant cop removed his tie and undid his top two shirt buttons.

Nick looked up to see both Michael and Dave looking down at him, both with amused smiles on their faces. Nick felt a hand groping at him through the shirt material. For a moment he was pushed aside as Dave's hand gripped Michaels belt. Nick sensed what was coming and tried to grab onto something, but he wasn't quick enough.

Dave pulled the belt forward, opening a gap right below Nick. The six inch soldier slipped through, into Michael's pants. The belt was released, snapping shut with a dull thud. Trapped just above Michaels groin, between the pants material and the tight underwear, Nick yelped in fear as Michael started to jump up and down.

Despite the tight material, Nick felt himself start to slide downward at each jolt. After only two or three jumps, Nick was sliding past the semi-soft dick. He couldn't find any purchase on the slick materials. For two jumps, Nick managed to hold onto the join at the top of the legs, then he started to slide into one. Michael stopped jumping and started wiggling his left leg.

If he thought the jumping was bad, this was worse. It made him feel like he was in a washing machine and his stomach lurched in unison. He tried to grab the leg hairs but they were slick too, and couldn't stop him.

When he was lying upside down against Michael's inner thigh, the jiggling stopped and so did his descent. Dave looked at the little man-shape and stepped up to Michael. The two giants kissed passionately, Dave pushing his leg in between Michael's. Nick gasped in pain as he was squashed between the two massive muscles.

After a minute, Michael spread his legs wider, and started to jiggle his leg again. Nick slid down further, stopping momentarily just above the knee, then slid past. Finally he could go no further. Nick's boots rose to just below the knee, and the material was tucked into them.

Dave unzipped the side of the boot and Michael lifted his foot out. The jiggling began again and so did Nick's slide. The fabric was tighter on the firm calf muscle and Michael started to kick his foot slightly, keeping his foot off the ground.

Thankful now that he hadn't eaten in a while, Nick slid in jerks, until he hit the ankle bone. No matter how hard Michael kicked, Nick couldn't slide past the bone. Michael had to reach down and pull the elastic material back, letting Nick slide all the way out.

Lying on his back, next to the massive foot, which was twice as long as him, Nick looked up that long leg. Both giants were standing over him, looking at him with concerned looks on their faces, realising they may have been a bit rough with him. Taking comfort in the respite, Nick lay still, hoping they would leave him alone now.

No such luck, when Dave nudged at him with the toe of his dusty boot, Nick couldn’t help but flinch. Dave grinned, "He's not hurt, he's just wimping out." He snatched Nick off the ground, clenching him in his fist.

"What do you say we give him a rest, while we get down to some serious business?" Michael said, putting his hand on Dave's shoulder, and steering him towards the bedroom. Dave smiled in return as he let himself be pushed forward.

Nick found himself dumped on the dresser as the two giants started running their hands over each other. In less time that he thought possible, the two men were naked. Thinking they were too occupied with each other to notice him, Nick started to look for a way down. There was a lamp on one side, with a power cord dropping to the ground. It would be difficult, but anything was better than staying here.

Unfortunately for Nick, Michael was keeping one eye on him. He broke off from Dave and plucked Dave's briefs of the floor. Plain white, the pouch was stretched into a deep cup by Dave's dick. He held onto the back of them, letting them hand like a sling.

Nick didn't even bother to try dodging the thick fingers this time. Michael dropped him into the pouch, holding it up before his face, setting it swinging. With a nonchalant grin, he hung the strap over the door handle.

Suspended in the giant cops jock strap, 50 feet of the ground, Nick tried to ignore the smell of the fabric as he watched the two giants resume their groping. For the next two hours, the two men kissed, licked, stroked, rubbed, and sucked, showing amazing stamina. They barely slowed down at all, just keeping right at it. Occasionally one of them seemed to ready to cum but they would stop what they were doing for a moment, till the moment passed, then resumed with renewed passion.

Throughout it all, Nick watched, totally fascinated. He had actually came twice himself, watching these two mountains of man flesh. When at last it seemed they would not be able to put off cumming any longer, Dave staggered over to the door and grabbed his jock strap off the handle. He threw Nick and the pouch onto the bed. For a moment Nick became tangled in it. When he finally managed to extricate himself from it, Michael and Dave were kneeling above him. Both had their rock hard rods in their hands and were stroking for all they were worth.

Dave came first, his seven foot dick erupting with white juice. A thick stream arced upwards, stretching across the sky. It splattered down across the bed, a wet, white trail that lay Nick lay directly in the middle of. Another load spewed forward before Michael joined in. For thirty seconds, the two men's spurts alternated, laying down a criss-cross pattern, with Nick at the centre of it.

The two giants finally collapsed against each other, their deflating dicks hanging just yards above Nick. Lying in the rapidly cooling cum, Nick fought against feelings of disgust and total eroticism.

Eventually Michael seemed to remember their little toy and picked him up. Physically exhausted, Michael gave Nick a cursory wipe over with the soiled jock strap, then unceremoniously dropped him into one of Dave's boots. He pulled the zipper up the side, then placed it on the nightstand.

Pushing the sheets off the bed, the two cops curled up together and fell asleep. Inside the smelly boot, Nick did the same.

Chapter 9

The five marines didn't know what hit them. One moment they had been walking down the forest path, completing the last part of their patrol, and the next, they were struggling against the net that had dropped from nowhere.

The ground shook slightly as the giants came into view. There were four of them, dressed in army camouflage gear and they had huge grins on their faces. One of the little marines pulled out his knife and attempted to saw through the netting, but the material was far too strong. A massive combat boot slammed down right next to him and he dropped the knife in fright.

The giant bent down and with one swift movement, he scooped the net up, the five little soldiers inside neatly caught.

"Good work private, put them in the carrier and we'll head back to base." None of the five captives had ever met Billy Burns, so they didn't feel outraged at being betrayed. All they felt was fear. This was the army that had them and that did not bode well for them, or their buddies.

* * *

Billy was feeling torn. He hadn't wanted to capture the little people, but he had been left with very little choice. His superiors were starting to come down on him pretty hard. They had threatened to have him replaced if he didn't start producing results. It had been five months since they had located the wreckage of The Mary-Ellen and the glory from that event had long since faded.

To make it worse, the press had finally gotten wind of what was going on. The tabloids in particular were having a field day. So far, according to the local rags, twenty seven women had been made pregnant by little men who had captured the women, tied them down, and then had group sex with them.

The only bright spot in the whole fiasco was that the papers were saying that the little people were in the city, meaning all the weirdos were searching there instead of in the forest.

When the brass had threatened to have Billy replaced if he didn't get some results, Billy had to decide what was the lesser evil. He could capture a couple of the little men, betraying their trust, or he could continue to protect them and be replaced. He had seen his replacement, a highly competent Senior Lieutenant who would not rest until he had every single one of the little people caught and dissected.

No matter what, Billy couldn't let that happen.

So it was that Lieutenant Billy Burns, using his secret knowledge of where the little people were hiding, had led a team into the forest and captured five of the little soldiers. It had been ridiculously easy in the end, they had walked straight into the trap. Billy was only glad that none of the men captured knew who he was. He felt bad enough without that.

Back at the truck, the little men were transferred out of the net and into a specially prepared cage in the back of the truck. Billy went and got in the front of the truck with the driver, while the other four soldiers climbed into the back.

The five little men huddled in the middle of the cage, watching in fear as the four giants climbed in. They sat on benches on either side of the truck, their massive combat boots resting just next to the cage on both sides.

As the truck slowly lumbered along the forest road, the four giants talked to each other, discussing what would happen to the little men when they got them back to the base.

"So, do you reckon they'll cut 'em up straight away?" one of the giants asked.

"Nah, they'll probably put 'em through some tests first. You know, see how much stamina they've got, how strong they are. Stuff like that."

One of the other soldiers leaned down and peered into the cage, "Maybe they’ll give 'em to us after they're finished with 'em." He was grabbing his crotch as he spoke, sending an all too clear message about what their fate would be should he get a chance at them. "I've always wanted a slave of my very own."

The first shoulder laughed and pushed the other in the arm, good naturedly, "Dream on Scotty. Get yer mind out of your pants for once. Even these little guys couldn't find your cock - it's too damned small." The other laughed at that, as Scotty blushed bright red and pushed the other soldier back. He glared at the little men and gave the cage a light kick, eliciting a couple of startled yells from the tiny captives.

The rest of the trip seemed to drag on for the little marines. The giants continued to speculate about the gruesome tests that they would be subjected to. Occasionally one of them would tap at the cage with their giant boots, scaring the little men inside.

At one point, one of them had actually sat on the cage, his arse planted directly over them. He looked down between his legs and grinned at them. The cage was only about a foot tall, so his arse hung just above them. He then let out a huge fart on them. The other three soldiers laughed hysterically at the disgusted looks on the little marines faces, until Billy poked his head through a window between the cabin and the back and yelled at them.

Finally the truck reached the base and stopped. The four soldiers climbed out and Billy appeared at the back of the truck. He placed a cloth cover over the cage, and then ordered two of his team to carry it inside.

The cage was carried down several corridors and through three security checkpoints. Finally it was deposited on a bench.

The marines inside could hear the sound of departing footsteps. They could tell that someone was still in the room with them though, from the occasional noise of someone shifting their weight from foot to foot.

Finally they could hear the sounds of two or three people approaching. The cover was pulled free, and the little marines found themselves being stared at by four giants. One of them was the leader of the party of soldiers that had captured them, two of the others were wearing white lab coats and were obviously some sort of scientists. The last man was wearing an army uniform, and if badges and medallions were anything to go by, he was extremely highly ranked.

"Good work Lieutenant Burns. I'll see that you get a commendation for this." The five marines froze at that, noticing the name. They could see a strained look on the soldiers face when he saw that they recognised his name. At least none of the other giants had seemed to notice their reaction. The General then turned his attention to the two scientists. "Gentlemen, you finally have what you've been asking me for. Five prime specimens. I don’t have to tell you how important your research is going to be. We have to know as much about these specimens as possible. The whole mission depends on the information that you discover. You have two weeks precisely to deliver your findings." When the General was happy that the two men were suitably impressed, he nodded stiffly to them and ordered Billy to follow him out of the room.

As he left, the little soldiers saw a pained look on the Lieutenants face, and then he was gone.

The two scientists peered closer at the little captives, their faces filled with eagerness.

* * *

Billy followed his superior officer out of the lab. On the outside, he seemed quite calm and composed, the perfect picture of a soldier who has returned from a successful mission. On the inside, it was another story all together.

He was worried about the safety of the five marines, desperately so. But the thought that filled his mind to the point of panic, was the words the General had said in the lab. What "mission" was he talking about? And why was the information obtained from the marines so crucial to its' success? He decided that he would have to find out what it was. But he would have to be careful. If he pressed too hard or asked the wrong questions, he could give himself away, and then the little people would have no-one to protect them.

The two men passed into the Generals office and Billy was directed to take a seat.

"Lieutenant, I want to congratulate you again on capturing the little people. You have no idea how important that task was. To reward you, I'm removing you from that project." Billy opened his mouth to protest, his heart yammering in panic, but the General went on. "I'm going to assign one of your team to continue the hunt for the rest of the little people. That matter has now dropped in it's priorities, now that we have some specimens to work with. Now that's not to say that your involvement with this project is finished. No, rather, you're going to become involved in the next stage."

Billy sat forward on his chair, this was what he needed to know.

"I think it might be easier if I show you. Come with me."

The General stood up and ushered Billy through another door at the back of the office. In silence, he led the Lieutenant down a corridor and up to a locked door. The General placed his right eye against a retinal scanner and moments later, the door clicked open. It was an elevator.

As soon as the doors shut, the elevator descended at an alarming speed before slowing to a halt. The doors slid open and the General indicated that Billy should precede him.

They emerged into a large room with several men at computer monitors and tables with blue prints spread out on them. The far wall was made of glass, but what drew Billy's eye though, were the two men who stood at a table in the middle of the room. Sitting on the table was the remains of The Mary-Ellen. The two scientists were examining the wreckage, making notes on computer pads they held.

A sick feeling started to develop in the pit of the Lieutenant's stomach. The General walked past him, ignoring the other men in the room, and went over to the glass wall. He called for Billy to join him.

Half-knowing what he was about to see, Billy slowly approached the window, his stomach churning and his heart pounding.

As he reached the window, he saw that the room beyond was enormous. They were about six floors up, looking down into the room and its' contents. Billy gasped, his fears confirmed. Below him, with dozens of men scrambling over it, lay an almost exact replica of The Mary-Ellen. With one noticeable exception. This ship was over three hundred yards long.

"So, Lieutenant. How would you like to go to Earth?"

* * *

For a week, Private Jack Jones and the other four members of his team had been subjected to endless tests. The two giant scientists had made them run for hours, lift weights, checked their reflexes, their resilience to pain, and a hundred other tests. They had had blood, sweat and urine taken from them. Faeces and semen specimens were subjected to a myriad of tests. And at the end of the week, when the scientists had made a progress report to the General, the tests had proven inconclusive. "Not enough hard data" was a phrase that

was bandied about.

The report was made in the General's office, with the five captives, in their cage, upon his desk. The General sighed deeply and stared at the little men. "Very well. We need that data." The General looked away from the captives and glared at the scientists. "You do whatever tests you need to get that information. I'll take full responsibility." At the gleam of excitement that came into their eyes then, the General went on, "Be warned, gentlemen. If you don't have the information I need by the end of the week, I'll have you analysing snow quality at the South Pole for the next 15-20 years. You have five specimens here. I expect to still have at least one of them alive at the end of the week. Do I make myself clear?"

The two scientists babbled their acknowledgment. Seeing the look of dismissal they were given, one of them grabbed the cage and they hurried back to the lab.

Inside the cage, the five men hugged each other in fear.

* * *

For a week, Billy was subjected to tests of his own. He was bombarded with physical and mental endurance exams. But the hardest test for him was trying to maintain the illusion of elation. Anyone else in his position would be ecstatic about being given such a huge honour. And so, he had to maintain the impression that he was honoured, while all the time, he was horrified.

As details of the mission were explained to him, it took all of Billy's fortitude to conceal his dismay. The powers-that-be had decided to mount an expedition to Earth, with the intent of invading it. A crew of fifty soldiers would land on the planet, armed to the teeth, and deliver an ultimatum to the governments there. Surrender the planet or be destroyed. Simple as that.

They would be victorious. No-one had any doubts about that. How could they fail when a bullet from a gun was the size of a missile on Earth? And if the Earthlings did not surrender, then the team was authorised to use whatever means were deemed necessary to force them to acknowledge their new rulers.

He couldn't allow this to happen. Something would have to be done. Which was why he had accepted the mission. He would have to go along with the whole thing and hope that an opportunity to sabotage the mission would arise. Or at least warn Earth, giving them some hope of stopping the ship before it arrived. For there was no doubt in Billy's mind. If the ship landed, Earth and its' inhabitants would become slaves.

* * *

Jack wept as he lay in the cage. For three days, he and two others had watched as their other two comrades were cut up and dissected. The two scientists had picked them at random, just reaching into the cage and grabbing the first two that their hands met.

They had taped the marines to separate stainless steel plates, and then, using scalpels and tweezers, had stripped the two men naked.

Totally impersonally, the two giants had made voice recorded notes as they detailed their comments about the two marines. Using a gas mask, the two marines had been knocked unconscious as the giants started to get serious with the tests.

The remaining three marines couldn't watch as their friends were then systematically cut up. In a surprisingly short time, one of the marines was nothing but a pile of organs and limbs. Half hour later, there were two piles.

And all through it, the two scientists kept up a monotone recitation of their findings, totally dispassionate.

* * *

Billy shivered in the cold night air. For three hours he had waited in the forest, waiting for his contact to arrive. There was always the possibility that no-one would come. He wouldn't be surprised, he had betrayed them, after all.

For another hour he waited, until he saw movement along the path. Keeping very still, he watched as Lieutenant Dobbs approach. The little soldier stopped about five feet away, his whole body screaming with body language.

"You've got a lot of nerve, coming back here."

Billy swallowed his pride, "I won't bother making excuses, they don't matter anyway." Billy sighed, "I've come to give you some very bad news." He waited until Dobbs indicated he should continue. For the next fifteen minutes, Billy related what he knew of the governments plans, and what he hoped to do about it. At the end of it, Dobbs was shaking with rage.

The two men talked for another hour, discussing options, then Billy stood up. "I'll let you know if we need to change the plans. I can’t come out here again, it's too risky. You remember that park where we first met?" Dobbs nodded. "I'll leave a message for you there, under the bench."

Then Dobbs was gone and Billy made his way back to the car.

Chapter 10

One thing was for certain, Nick decided, being kept as a slave by two giant cops was a better work out than going to the gym. During the last two weeks, he had been kept busy by Michael and Dave, polishing their boots and the brass buttons on their shirts. The cop badges had never shone so bright, and their mirrored glasses were spotless.

At first Nick had resented being treated like a little slave, but he was beginning to get used to it. Other than that first night, the two giant cops had not involved him in their sexual play. Dave had moved in with Michael and they seemed content to explore each other.

They kept Nick in an old bird cage, high off the ground, taking him out only when they wanted him to do something. Dave swore that his gun was now the best oiled piece in the force, Nick being able to see the smallest amount of built up oil and remove it, then get the new oil into the tiniest areas.

Nick had been trying to escape from the cage, working on several of the wires. But Michael had found them and gotten really angry. He had nearly squashed Nick right then, but luckily Dave managed to calm him down. Now Nick was too scared too even think about escape.

* * * * *

Michael had had a bad day at work. He had arrived at the station only to be berated by the chief for a complaint that had come in about him. Some stupid motorist had claimed that Michael had broken a tail light. Ok, he had broken it, but there was no reason for the chief to go off like that.

Then he had had several abusive speeding drivers who had wailed out their hate against the "policed state" that they were living in. To top it all off, it had started to rain at the end of his shift. He hated riding in the rain.

Getting home, he stripped off his muddy boots and threw them in a corner. He grabbed Nick out of his cage and tossed him into the corner too, none too gently either. While Nick started to clean the mud off his boots, Michael threw himself on the sofa and clicked on the TV.

Dave found him there an hour later when his own shift finished. He could read his lover like a book and knew he was in a foul mood. He sat down on the arm rest of the sofa, near Michael’s head, and combed his fingers through the short dark hair, consoling him. "Hey, I bet I know what would make you feel better," he grinned.

Michael looked up at him, a look that was a cross between annoyance and curiousity on his face."What?"

"How ‘bout we play with the little man again? We’re wasting him, just letting him clean our boots and stuff."

A slow smile started to appear on Michael’s face, his black mood beginning to lift, "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I think we can come up with something," Dave smiled as he bent down and kissed the top of his lovers head.

In the corner, Nick was engrossed with putting the finishing touches on the shine of Michaels boots, so he had missed the conversation regarding him. He jumped, surprised, when the toe of Dave’s boot nudged his butt. He turned around to see the giant cop looming over him. "Get on and hold tight."

Nick didn’t hesitate. He had learned what happened to little men who hesitated. He climbed onto the boot and then sprawled across the toe section of Dave’s boot with his head towards the toes and his feet towards the ankle. Laying face down, he wrapped his arms over the sides, gripping where the supple leather met the hard sole. He used his spread legs to take a firmer grip.

When Dave started to walk, Nick almost slid off. He tightened his grip further, ignoring the lurching of his stomach at each step. He tried to ignore the thoughts of what would happen if he slid to the side. His arm could easily be under that hard leather sole as it came down. Hell, he could be under that sole, not just his arm.

Dave stopped in front of the bed where Michael was sitting. Michael plucked Nick off the boot with his toes, wrapped around the tiny waist.

He had not bothered to wash them, and they smelled of the inside of his boots, sweaty and manly. Tiny bits of lint from his socks were stuck to them.

Manouevouring the little man about, Michael squeezed his toes together slightly, enjoying the grimace of pain on the little slaves face.

Laying Nick down on his back, Michael let him go. Dave placed his boot over Nick so that only his head was poking out from beneath the toe of the boot. The two giant cops embraced and kissed, their hands running over each others bodies. Michael raised his bare foot and rested it on the top of Dave's boot. Dave was exerting only enough pressure to hold Nick in place, but Michael pressed down a fraction harder. He couldn’t hear the cries of pain, but he knew they were there.

When the two cops finally removed Nick from under their feet, Nick was holding his bruised ribs. Michael held Nicks feet out while Dave grabbed a length of thin of leather and tied it around the little mans ankles.

Work in progress...